Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3835 My family system is finely divided (42)

  This kind of action was white, afraid that he would fall, stretched out a hand to protect him, and whispered: "Look at me, don't look at the others."

001 will hear clearly, even if it is dyed white, he will always stare at dyed white, to prevent the host from doing anything that does not conform to her good people's remarks, but when the doctor speaks, he breathes coldly. Spraying on the wings made the feathers tremble sensitively, and the angel shrank back a little, and nodded lightly.

  Yan Bai didn't look at the angel's reaction, and hung her finger on her pocket watch.

   "Da."

  Until the end of hypnosis.

  In the whole process, the angel really stared at Dye Bai intently, without blinking his eyes. Under such gaze, the white face was hypnotized without changing the color.

"You see I'm a little nervous." After the hypnosis was over, Wu Wei entered a coma again, dyed his pocket watch on the pocket of his white coat, set off against the black pen beside him, and said to the angel: "Almost I don't want to be hypnotized."

   "You are very stable." The angel was confused.

   "My heart is messy." Ran Bai learned the tone of the angel's speech, holding the angel in her palm, and looking down at him, the meaning of her eyes is unclear.

"Huh?" The angel sat obediently on the white palms, a pair of beautiful and holy wings quietly tucked behind him, he looked up at Dye White, and he could see the doctor's clean curve of the lower jaw and elegant gold wire glasses. "Then what are you thinking?"

   "I want to..." Dyeing white and squinting his eyes, thinking for a moment, as if thinking about how to answer the angel's question, looking at the child with silver hair and silver eyes on the palm of his palm, "do something other than hypnosis."

  001 was aroused curiosity: "What?"

   "You turn into a human form, I tell you." Dye Bai coaxed.

   "Can't you say it first." The angel frowned slightly.

"Can not."

"okay then."

  He sighed softly.

  After He Ranbai returned to the big and cold office, he took the initiative to jump down and gradually transformed into an adult form in the eyes of Ranbai.

  When the angel awakens, he is in his childhood form. This is the first time he has promised to transform into a human form in front of Ranbai.

  The youth looks clear and slender, like a person made of ice and snow, crystal clear. A retro feather coat, pure and beautiful silvery white hair, the pair of white fairy ears hidden in the hair, shy and faint crimson, and the cold jade complexion is also a little more luxurious, even the long eyelashes Bingyin, his pupils were clean and distinct, and he watched the dyed white quietly.

There are only two of them in the big empty office. The night outside the French windows is bustling and the moonlight is quiet.

  The light in the psychological clinic is dim, and the juvenile's outline is cold and delicate, like a pious angel sculpture in a church, always gracious and compassionate.

  The angel bends the corners of her thin and beautiful lips, and smiles softly at Dye Bai.

  ——It is completely different from the devil, another kind of thrilling beauty.

  Ranbai slowly squinted his eyes, looking at him tepidly, the eyes under those golden silk lenses were inexplicably dull, and the white coat was elegant and abstinent, a few steps away from the angel.

  "No, isn't it good-looking?" The angel was a little worried by that look. The elf's ears curled up shyly, and his earlobes were white and small. He subconsciously tilted his head, exhaled lightly, and asked nervously.

  He has no idea about appearance, and he has never seen his adult form. The long time quiet of the other party is too easy for him to think about it.

  Ranbai did not speak.

   "I'll change back." The angel whispered uncomfortably.

   "No need to change." Ranbai smiled suddenly, with a gentle tone: "I haven't seen enough."

  The young man was taken aback, looking at her with a dull expression, maybe no one could resist the look that totally relied on trust. In the dim and quiet atmosphere, the dim light and shadow fell on the angel's body. There was a slender and pure sense of enchantment. The skin was cold and white to almost transparent, and the lips under the high bridge of the nose were not dotted, cold and seductive. people.

"Don't understand what I mean?" Ran Bai approached step by step, calm and expensive. The young man still stood on the spot. He didn't know to step back when he approached. He was innocent and at a loss until the psychiatrist held it with one hand. His side pressed the angel against the desk.

  The boy's back waist hit the edge of the black desk, the color contrasted with the bewilderment, the curve of the side waist was beautiful, his eyelashes trembled randomly for several times, and he stared at her blankly.

   "I mean..." Dye Bai looked at the angel's expression, and found it interesting. She dragged her accent: "My small system is so beautiful, I'm so stunned."

  Even if the angel is at a loss, he understands the meaning of dyeing the vernacular. His earlobes are thin red, and he lowers his eyes uncomfortably, and hesitates: "Yes, can you get up... and talk?"

  He thought this posture was weird, and he couldn't tell.

   "No." Ranbai smiled and rejected him.

  The young man froze, pitifully.

  "Where are the wings?" Dye Bai ignored the angel's grievance, gently pushed down the frame, and asked in a low voice.

   "Do you want to see it?" he asked in a low voice.

   "Yeah." Ding Bai smiled, very elegant, pressing the person on the cold black desk, leaning forward, with abstinence and desire: "Give it or not?"

  It is difficult for the angel to refuse the request of dyeing white, he only hesitated for a moment, and slowly spread out the wings behind him.

The white wings of Shanda grow out of the bones, shrouded in a holy halo, like a gentle and cold moonlight, each feather is incredibly soft, glowing with crystal clear light, lining the young slender and clear, he is light Bend her wings lightly and circled the person in front of her with her wings, quiet and shy.

   "Very beautiful." Dyeing white mutely.

  The angel bends his eyebrows, revealing a soft and gentle smile.

  The wings are surrounded by angels and doctors, gently fanning in the huge dim office, the silver light is pure and holy, and the clean and cold fragrance surrounds.

Dye Bai sighed in a low voice, and she stroked the angel's feathers with her fingers, pressing his upper body on the desk. The pure black solemn color lined the young boy's cold white slender body, with a slender and fragile seductiveness. Huge white wings covered the desk, and the tips of the feathers fell softly.

  The young man looked at her ignorantly.

The eyes behind the thin gold-rimmed glasses were deep and dark, restraining what was suppressed, the doctor leaned down gracefully, and the black pen in the pocket of the white coat was pressed against the boy, the pocket watch chain fell, and the cold temperature pressed the boy. The skin of the collarbone made him tremble uncomfortably, and the angel's lips twitched. Just as he was about to say something, the person on his body pinched his chin in sight, blocking the words he was about to ask.

The doctor’s thin, cold lips pressed against his lips, and all the voices turned into a vague sob. The angel slowly opened his eyes, and the silver-white clean pupils shook because of the surprise, and they were slightly open. The lips and teeth were invaded smoothly, and the breath was entangled.

  (End of this chapter)